Lyrics: In The Streets Of Boston

Got a bleak perspective, I'm a streetwise man.
Going wowhere with my life.
Careening toward an early death, a streetwise man;
On the corner every night.
So brace-for impact, brace-for impact,
brace-for impact, why don't you brace.
the end is coming, no time for running.
Dealing drugs to little kids, a streetwise man.
Selling death and making cash.
Pulling scams and moving bids, a streetwise man.
Society has called my bluff tonight.
So brace-for impact, brace-for impact,
brace-for impact, why don't you brace.
the end is coming, no time for running.
The end is coming, no time for running now!